Redtail Rise We are often of greater importance in our own eyes

The classic saga of sibling rivalry.

His twin had somehow beaten him in the race to investigate. Loudly, too. The defeat had frustrated him, so instead he found himself content with learning to balance on unstable legs. He'd made his way over to the grownup one step at a time. Second place wasn't that bad, was it?

Then, the visitor spoke to them. He didn't understand what he said, all he heard was sound—at least he could tell the man was happy to see them. The wheels in his tiny mind were turning, though not very efficiently.

He continued to stare—barely acknowledging the bones—looking up with inquisitive eyes, waiting to see what else the wolf would do after having opened the marrow. All he wished was for some way to sense the world with more clarity, or to reciprocate somehow. Despite his limited knowledge, his heart told him that there were many more experiences to come.